My Kryptonite......

Some women fall for a pretty smile, nice hair or a great sense of humor.....Or maybe a large bank roll.....Not me...You see these.....This is my kryptonite....Muscular thighs and calf's....And when it's standing in front of my stove helping me cook... I'm a goner.....
Must be the whole Donna Summer thing........

I Hear The 70's Calling Me........

I have said many times that I would NEVER wear any of the clothes that I wore in the 70's....No more polyester for me again.....I HAVE ATE THOSE WORDS........ I have fallen prey to this years Maxi dress.....I love these things, theirs one to fit every figure and oh my goodness are they comfortable and cool......It's a summer must have........Put one of these fairly inexpensive little numbers on and I guarantee you will feel more feminine, a little sexy and maybe a little naughty......Anyone else hear Donna Summer besides me........

Love to love YA baby!!!!!

P.S. Keep the sexy and naughty out of the produce isle at Walmart....save it for home......

But that's another post....And No, I wasn't playing with the produce.......Someone else was......... IT WAS WAY WRONG..............

Friday's Mishaps and Putting Things Back Into Prospective.....

Friday morning I got up looked out the window at our pool (without my contacts in ) and thought "Wow it looks really clear", upon closer examination I had found my beautifully clear and wonderfully refreshing pool was.......EMPTY......Well, within a foot......at that time of panic, She-Ra Princes of Pain calls me...." Hey, what are you doing?"....Me, in a voice that I am sure sounded like I was being abducted by aliens said, "I cant talk now, I have a serious situation"......"Mom, is everything alright?"she said....I hurriedly tried to explain to her in five words or less while I was pacing around the pool in my nightgown trying to make since of what I thought was such a disaster....I have been working so hard to keep my pool clean and nice, and when it was all said and done I was to blame for the problem....I spent the biggest part of the morning wiping tears, not sure of the damage I have done to the motor and pump....I am a little of a compulsive cleaner with a touch of ADHD ......I had vacuumed the pool Thursday evening and left the vacuum hose lying on the deck, because I knew it would not be clean enough for me once the water settled (had to get every last drop of dirt ) once I came inside I got busy cleaning something else, the hose had dropped to the side and siphoned the water.....After the panic mode settled down (And the King of the Palace came home to access the damage) I called my daughter to apologize for being so spastic and to find out if she needed anything....Of course she wanted to see if we were working out (got out of that) and to tell me about a program she is going to do at the gym...It's called Sweating for a Well....Sessions with her to raise money to build a well in Africa.......She went on to tell me in her calming voice that children in Africa can't cry because they don't drink enough water and she wants to raise money for a well....Her program sounds awesome...And as she told me about it I stared out the window at the water running in my pool..The water I had been so depressed about losing....All of the sudden I felt small....When we hung up I cried for a different reason.....I had to Thank God that I have water to spare.....Leave it to her to put things back into prospective.......Sometimes my priorities aren't what they need to be, and I need to be reminded.......

By the way...The picture of my feet was taken on another day...I promise I didn't float around our pool in one foot of water even though it was in the 90's yesterday.

For the fun of it......

I saw this on someone else's blog and I thought it would be fun to put my own spin on it....You should give it a try and see what you come up with.......

If I could be a flower I would want to be Lilies...They're beautiful and they smell wonderful......
and they just happen to be my favorite.....

If I were a house I would want to be the Biltmore House in Asheville, NC.....it's beautiful all year round and other people do the the cleaning....plus the views are breathtaking......

If I were a drink it would be Sweet Tea....Not even a choice.......

If I were a peaceful place it would be (this was a tie) the Gulf Coast at Sunset.....

And Cades Cove Tennessee (I can clear my head when we walk the paths there)

If I were a purse it would be this Louis Vuiiton Surya....YES IT WOULD!!!! And not any knock off (it's my fantasy, I want the real deal.........Anyone have an extra $3,630.oo ....Anyone....

If I could revisit a time in my past it would be the day my grandmother gave me this quilt....It was for my eighth birthday and she was so proud of it....I can look at the squares and see so many pieces of material that my mother made an outfit for me from....I actually had this quilt on my bed until I married my husband seven years ago....It has wiped many tears.......

If I were a movie it would be Gone with the Wind....although Steel Magnolias and Fried Green Tomato's are my favorites for quoting.......

If I were a crayon I would want to be any pastel color....no one likes the other colors...you never hear people saw " Wow I think I will pick this lovely Burnt Orange, or maybe the Pea Green"..........No thank you... Pastel for me please......

And if I were to have lunch with someone important or famous I would pick my bloggy friends.....What a day that would be.....Septembermom could have a break from her bully situation(she could use one) Montantagirl and J'ellen could give us all photography lesson and talk about all the beauty they see everyday (what a treat!!!). LindainNCtoo could finally teach me how to make the perfect greeting card (she's awesome), Sue at Making a House a Home could give some wonderful gardening tips...What a green thumb she has.....And Jennifer over at Through the storms of Life is a kindred spirit....she just doesn't know it yet.........I have only named a few great people, what a lunch (and stories ) that would be if we could get together....And I am sure if Gerald Butler and Brad Pitt wanted to stop by y'all wouldn't mind if I offered them a glass of sweet tea (it's the proper thing to do)............

Have a Great Day!!!!

5 Things....

5 Things We'll Never Understand About Men.......

5. Why horror movies, wrestling and boxing are cool, but PMS and menopause are horrifying...

4. Why " I dare you " will get them to do anything...

3. Why his Mama Bear voice is way better than yours....

2. Why he'll give you the stars but not the remote.....

1. Why he can grill but not cook......

Note To Self....

Never blog about your personal trainer.....YOU WILL PAY DEARLY.........I legs feel like jello....

Shapen Up or Goin Down Tryin........

Don't be fooled by this angelic face.........my daughter is killing me and I have no one to blame but myself.... and maybe the two pieces of lemon meringue pie I had yesterday, but I ain't telling her that.......I thought I could handle her one on one personal training sessions, but I am sinking faster than the Titanic... I mean I am in a world of hurt.......Pain.......

You see, I had gotten tired of hearing my fitness fanatic princess talk about how so in so had lost so many inches and so many pounds after training with her in a few short weeks, and ever time I see her perfect tone and fit body compared to my jiggly wiggly one.....Well, I liked hers better....So I decided to see what my daughter was made of (in the world of personal training), That was my first mistake........I agreed to do three days a week of personal training with her and wanted her to treat me just like any other client....That was my second mistake.........When She-Ra princess of power showed up at my door on day one she had her game face on and it was a little scary....She immediately started to tell me what I was capable of doing.....not the other way around....I was told to engage my abs while breathing and tighten my butt while putting my poor body in positions it hasn't been in in a very long time...did I mention you have to keep focused....These things she did, and didn't break a sweat......Me, all I was trying to do was keep the muscle spasms to a minimum and not pass gas......These are not possible things when your middle age and out of shape.......It's not possible to breath and hold in your stomach while tightening your butt and every other muscle you forgot you had.... Way to much thought for my mind.....And this was all on day one, by Friday I couldn't raise my arms to wash my armpits....I just stood in the shower in tears and hoped for the best.....No worry about over eating....Cant raise the fork to my mouth.....By the end of the week the fruit of my loins didn't look as sweet and innocent to me as she does in the picture, as a matter of fact I am kinda afraid of her, and I cry when I hear her vehicle.....

My child, The Mistress of Burning Pain as I have come to call her has put me through a week of torment and tears and today another week of agony began.......We did our workout in the pool with something she called low impact aerobics....And when I can move again I will take twelve ibuprofen and go out to the pool and look for my spleen... because I am sure it is out there floating....

LOW IMPACT MY BUTT!!!!

I will keep you posted....If I survive........

Two Mighty Men....

These two men are very important too me, they have touched my life in many different ways.

This man is a brick mason by trade, wounded WWII Veteran who stormed the shores of Omaha beach, and says that he "crawled thur Europe on his hands and knees". At 91 he stills works when he has it and drives to town for breakfast, loves to hunt and work in his garden...And at times has been known to drive his wife a little crazy (as she says). He's very charming and always greets you with a hug...





Here is the cabin he was raised in, it is about 3 miles from his home now, and I am very proud to have Mr. Pearle Quince Queen as my father in law....




This man here had a different life than the one before, thou much younger than my father in law.My dad was raised in a very different and unforgiving environment than my father in law.... We didn't had indoor plumbing until I was almost a teenager(something my husband always had).


My father went to work in the coalmines at the age of 12...he has only a 6th grade education...But I have never meet anyone smarter than my daddy....Growing up as a little girl, I thought my daddy was a mountain with rough callused hands that I loved to touch..and still do...To me they meant strength..... So many sacrifices made for his family....I have always said that you could put my Dad on top of any mountain and he could find his way home.....I have my sense of humor from him and it gets both of us in trouble...If you need to find my dad he will most likely be in the mountains, fishing or watching a western....My Dad is paying dearly for all those years in the mines, his health is poor and his lungs are almost gone but there will never be anything as secure or as reassuring as having him put his arms around me, and I am proud to be the daughter of Bobby Iverson Walker...
I love you Daddy.......


HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO THESE GREAT MEN




and too all Fathers..........

Simple Things........

Sometimes simple things are the most cherished....The laughter of my family when they're all together....My grandmothers cast iron skillet's, and the memory of her perfume...The smell of the gulf and the summer nights on the beach...Friends you can laugh and be yourself with...

Our 170 year old white oak, it's one of the reasons we bought our property, and it's just as beautiful without leaves as it is with them...it's one of those great tree's that you wish could talk, and I hope nature is always kind to her....




Or the beauty of a rusty ole bird bath, the birds don't care what it looks like as long as there is fresh water for them to splash around in...



Or the way Carolina Jasmine starts to take over an old worn arbor, it somehow brings it back to life...


And the beauty of watching our garden grow...even if I know that a lot of canning and freezing lies in store for me...

Things to do......

Things to do when you're waiting for you re local DSL/Internet repairman to come (these people have no earthly clue nor do they care just how obsessed with your laptop you are)........Read a good book...What can I say....I was desperate.........

Paint your toenails every color polish you own...twice....Play every known game of solitaire just so you can be close to your computer....Admit you might be a little OCD with a twist of ADHD when it comes to your computer and just about anything else........But I'm O.K. with it............

Or do what I did....I cleaned out our basement, garage, attic and closets and had myself a Big Ole Yard Sale....One that I had been putting off for a long time because I hate doing them....My last yard sale I swore was going to be my last....so was the one before that and the one before that one.....And yet there I sat at my dining room table making those neon signs...This is the first yard sale that I have had to do without my yard sale diva friend Liz, she has the best motto ever, "Buy High Sell Low"....I used it a lot........Nothing sells Christmas like the June heat in Georgia



I had to talk my daughter into helping this time, she made a pretty good yard sell diva herself....The whole yard sale thing is a pain, but the benefits are very nice......

So is my clean basement and closets

BACK SOON....

Just experienced an 8 day DSL meltdown.....But I am up and running, so hold on...........

Hydrangeas....

I thought I would do something to take my mind off of Burt and his 1970 something nakedness, and show you my beautiful hydrangeas....I have a couple bushes in my yard and they are absolutely full, my second bush was a sprout from the first and it ended up being a totally different color, half the bush is blue and half is purple....Leave it to the Georgia clay.....

Retro-licious

I was doing some searching on the Internet the other night and came upon these ads from quite a few years ago, we all remember our mood rings ( I actually have both my mood and spoon ring from the 70's) I thought it would be interesting to see how many of you actually remember or used these products.....So here we go....


My first one is the priceless ad for Midol that ran in 1974, it simply said, Be the you he likes. Good to be around any day of the month..PLEASE....I'm not sure sure about you, but I don't remember this pill doing all of that...

I cried my eyes out watching this (and still would) my parents gave me a music box from the movie for Christmas the year this came out, they're standing at a tree with their initials on it... I still have it...and it still plays that same sad tune....




Now in mid-70's when Dorothy Hamill was heating things up, my Mother thought she could cut my hair just like hers...What I ended up with was the opposite, Dorothy had short and sassy, I had short,flat and stringy... However I was thrilled when my Mother brought home my little bottle of this..


Which I would soon give up for this....A shampoo with beer as the main ingredient... I thought I was going to hell just for using this (I thought I was going to hell for a lot of things when I was young).


and then this....Remember how good this stuff smelled???




My favorite shoes in the whole wide world...At least while I was in High School, were these babies..... Only mine were wine color and suede....Oh Yea!!!!



And I also remember these....David Cassidy and Donny Osmond Notebooks.....Come on, I know some of you do too.....



This stuff come out when Disco was Hot....Blue Jeans Cologne....I actually got some for Christmas one year....




And let's talk about feminine hygiene shall we.....This ad for Stay free MINI PADS was published in 1978 and if you notice the mini pad is as big and long as the box it's self.....(Seriously,You could wrap a small child in this).


And I have saved this for last...because I am still feeling the pain from this one (literally), the day I sneaked this Burt Reynolds spread from a Cosmopolitan magazine into my fathers house, was the first and last time I did anything like that...(That they know about)...That's all I can say about that..........

Burt was along way from David Cassidy and Donny Osmond and my teenage eyes were overjoyed.....And worth every lick from my fathers belt....That's all...I promise.....I will go and pray now.......